Love Doth Persist As Time Doth Wend Poem by Maurice Harris

Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!

Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!

Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!

Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!

Maurice Harris,4 December 2008